Secrets of Love.
Secrets of love.
Have long been known.
Images in caves.
Carved with stone.
Although it seems.
We are failure prone.
In spite of the pain.
Our hearts have grown.
We are not meant.
To be alone.
Existing in boxes.
We call home.
Or you would have.
Your very own.
And I would have.
An extra zone.
There are no parts.
For us to clone.
No substitutes.
Or magic drone.
There is no reason.
To postpone.
Use your keyboard.
Or try the phone.
Time is ticking.
None to loan.
When it is too late.
No need to moan.
No matter the pitch.
Or sound of the tone.
From the coop.
Our dove has flown.
The chance for love.
Will be blown.
Only the lonely.
And rooms to roam.
Jim Raab
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
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